Lethal and Breathtaking

Cassia

The morning arrived not with the scream of alarms or the smell of gunfire, but with a pale, golden light that cut through the slats of the wooden shutters.

I woke up slowly, my head resting on Dante’s bare chest. The room was cool and heavy with the clean scent of rain and cedar. Every breath he took lifted my cheek, a slow, grounding rhythm that made the violent chaos of last night feel li